You keep your ear so close to the ground

Well your prophet speaks and there's no one around

And it's a grand old time for broken glass

And it's all we ever need

You dig them holes and never find a dime

You can't pretend it's not a waste of time

And the payphones ring until you burn 'em down

It's my kind of town

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You lie before the change of pace

When you're set dead last in a wasted race

And it's the cold hard facts that'll bring me to tears

That's the way it goes

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